Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-05-18
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''You like II now.
When | am with you." The words
came so quickly and she did not look up,
but sat as before, with one hand over the
boat : side, just touching the water.
The young man leaned suddenly toward
her Kathleen, he said. stay with
me always Come with me over the water
where | am going. | want Nou-nee,t
you-can't Won love me enough
! The girl looked up at him with the
wondering look of n child Lave YOU,
she said, OF course; are you not my
brother
No. don't want sisters love. I
want a wife'S"
The bright color that had been i'll the
girls face until now died suddenly out. Il
startled troubled look came into the
brown eyes looking mp at him. 'Oh,
Robert | can't, can't"
He started more at her voice than her
words, and asked quickly, Why can't
YOU
For moment she seemed struggling
with herself then with despalring face,
she cried Il don't know; | can't remem-
ber -
A few weeks later they Were making a
call on some friends of Roberts on "A
n"ighhoring island: an open piano stood
HrAU where Kathleen was seated. and as
they were Ia go she went Ia it and struck
a few notes The others turned in sur
prise Chey did not know she played: hut
without %eeding them she seated herself,
and after a few uncertain touches her
fingers new lightly over the keys, bring
Ing uur such melody as its owner had
never known how Ia awaken. Robert
NJ. his friends stood anna Zed ~ one after
smother the selections followed each other
In rapid succession. suddenly the girl
paused, bowed her head on her hands and
suhhed aloud.
Something like n week after this a
stranger came across the big rock and
made his way 10 the side Of the old Mar
low house-a Young man with clear cut
features and an Enthusiastically well bred
air There was an eager look in the steel
blue eyes and suppressed excitement in
his manner when he asked the gray haired
woman at the door if she was Mrs Mar
low He introduced himself by a card on
which was the name Everett Moulton.
Then he entered and made known his
call
Kathleen came into the next room while
he WAS speaking She heard the voice
and paused, the troubled look coming into
her face; then she went nearer and stood
in the doorway. The young man turned
and saw her as she started toward him
with a new light breaking INTO her face.
Everett she said softly, have you
come for me-
YES. Kathleen"
And Mrs NARROW, with tears in her
eyes, went out and left them alone
Ere long the story became known. A
little more than year back kathleen
Bray, the daughter of man of supposed
wealth, found herself, upon his death, left
penniless and alone. She accepted for the
summer the position of pianist at popu-
lar hotel, where she met Everett Moulton.
The acquaintance grew into something
more than friendship, but the Mouitons
were a proud family and would not hear
Ia the only sons marrying poor girl like
Kathleen.
She WAS treated coldly, unfeelingly by
them till her sensitive nature was stung
almost beyond endurance, and late one
afternoon. hardly thinking OF caring where
she went, she entered boat moored near
the shore and rowed aimlesslv UP the
liNtI Nioi III oll "cdEN y,
hewilderesi, i'll, she found her way at
length TO the old NARROW homestead The
boat was found down the river afterward
with light wrap in ii recognized as hers.
The Moultons thought she had taken her
self discreetly away, and Everett mourned
her as lost until . friend wrote TO him OF
hearing music strangely like what Kath-
leen had played on one of the Boothbay
islands He had made inquiries which re-
suited in Eyerett's calling on the Mar
lows.
With Kathleen he went 10 Chipmunk
island and on the scene Of her happiness
and misery the meaning Of il all came
back 10 her and WAS never lost again
That fall. when Robert NARROW sailed
from Boston harbor, Kathleen and her
husband came down 10 the wharf TO see
him off He found little To say rs he
grasped their hands in his farewell, but
Kathleen. glancing up with kindly smile,
said: However long you may he away,
be sure We shall not forget New York
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